Date: Thu, 27 Oct 2016 03:23:30 +0000
From: Mike Anderson <michcherry94@gmail.com>
Subject: Comic Books Part 3

Disclaimer:


This story is fiction about teenage boys do what teenage boys find
enjoyable, including boy on boy sex.  Read at your own peril. None of the
characters in this story are based on anyone in real life.  All rights of
the story are reserved to the author.


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Comic Books Part 3 by Mike Anderson

                The good news was that Keith, the blonde ignoramus who had
accosted him before school was not in any of his morning classes.  The bad
news was neither was Bart.  Tanner felt a little lost without his summer
friend, but he was at a new school on his first day, so that feeling was
was probably par for the course.

                Tanner brought his own lunch with him, so he didn't need to
wade through the hot food line.  From the looks of it, he was rather happy
about that.  The meal for the day looks like a cross between dog vomit and
road kill.  The lunch room had a couple dozen round tables scattered about
seemingly at random.  You could also go through one of two sets of double
doors on the north side of the room and eat at one of a dozen more picnic
tables scattered around a grass quad.  Tanner proceeded through one set of
doors and looks around until he saw Kevin.

                As he approached, Kevin waved and then pointed to a seat on
the other side. About the time Tanner got himself settled, Tim and Bart
arrived and joined them.  Tim set his stuff down next to Kevin, while Bart
seated himself next to Tanner.  Bart and Tim had both purchased the gourmet
fare for the day.

                "How can you eat that shit?" Kevin inquired with a mouthful
of apple.

                "You get used to it during captain's camp," Bart replied
stoically.

                "What's that?"  Tanner asked.

                "The week before practice officially begins, the team
captains organize practice every morning from eight to twelve.  Supposedly
it's all run by us captains, but our ideas just happen to match what the
coach wants.  Keeps us legal, I guess.  Anyway, the school provides lunch
to the players when we are done.  And trust me, even dog shit would look
appetizing after four hours of football practice."

                Tanner started giggling, nearly spraying out the juice he'd
just ingested. "The mighty Bart, fearless champion of helpless women
everywhere ..." he began to intone.  After a dramatic pause, Tanner
continued, "eats dog shit!"

                Bart cuffed Tanner's head, a habit he'd gotten into
whenever Tanner got one on him.  **Damn, it good to have him around**, he
thought.  **I didn't realize how much I missed him, and it had only been
two weeks.  But,** Bart reminded himself, **he figured he'd never see him
again.  The loss was so much like ....  No, not that.** Bart quashed those
thoughts before they could form.

                Tim and Kevin shared a look.  This was not the way Bart
behaved.  Ever since six months ago, Bart had been a brooding man of
darkness.  He barely talked, never laughed, and certainly never had any
gleam in his eyes.  Something had changed in him over the summer, and
Tanner was obviously the cause.

                "What the hell are you talking about, new boy?" Tim
inquired with a friendly air.


                "What?  Oh, that.  When we met, I was reading through my
dad's old comic books on the beach.  We spent a lot of time reading through
them over the summer.  At one point we came up with our own superhero
personae.  Bart here, was the fastest man alive with beautiful women."
Tanner couldn't help himself and fell into another laughing fit.

                Bart, cuffed him again.  "The fastest man alive SAVING
women, numb nuts.  I take my time with the ladies when it counts."  This
last was said with manly swagger in his voice.  He continued, "But I would
ask that you not say anything more about my alter ego ... that would
endanger my cool points.  Unless, of course, you want me to cuff again
... only harder."

                And with that, the two began to banter back and forth, with
Tim and Kevin joining in on occasion.  It was abundantly clear, however to
both Tim and Kevin, that if they had left that moment, neither of the other
boys would have noticed.

                Ten minutes into the lunch half-hour, the PA chimed three
times pleasantly.  It was time for the 10th grade announcements. They began
with reminders of school rules, such as no gum chewing, the necessity of
having a hall pass to be in the halls, stuff like that.  Then there were
locations for after school clubs and sports.  Then came the final
announcement.

                "Due to the vacancy of the JV swim captain position, last
year's members of the team are asked to meet at the pool at 3:00 to select
a new captain."

                Bart, who had been laughing riotously a moment before,
stopped in mid guffaw as if he'd been hit in the stomach.  His face became
white as ghost. He stood up from his seat, simply said "I gotta go," and
promptly disappeared through the school doors.

                Tanner sat there stunned not sure what just happened.  Just
sudden change in Bart made him feel like he'd just had whiplash.  Tim and
Kevin shared another knowing look.  With a nod to each other, Tim got up
and walked after Bart; Kevin remained behind.


        "So what's up with you and Bart?" Kevin asked.


        "What?" Tanner was still trying to understand what just happened.


        ""You guys hook up over the summer? I never took Bart as one who
swung that way, but the world's full of surprises."


        "Huh, what?"  Tanner swung his head from staring at the door that
Bart when through, to Kevin as his question sunk in.  "No way, it's not
like that at all."


        "Hey, I'm not judging here.  Hell if you guys did and that's what's
got him walking around on sunshine, than more power to ya I say.  Bart's my
bro, and I got his back no matter what team he plays on."


        "I'm sorry, I'm not following any of this. Why are you asking
... what you're asking? Why would you think that? And what's that got to do
with this?"  Tanner waved at the empty seat. " What just happened?"

        "You don't know, do you?"  A look of wonder filled Kevin's face.
"Sorry it's not my place to tell you.  What I do know ... is that because
you entered his life this summer, by best bud Bart is still here.  Truth be
told, I would not have been surprised to get a call sometime in July saying
I had a funeral to go to.  Half expected it."  Kevin looked Tanner straight
in the eyes and said slowly and pointedly, "You stopped that."  He paused
to let it sink in.

        "I saved him?"  Tanner asked quietly.  H began to look troubled.
After a moment, Tanner muttered, "but he saved me...." in a whisper that
Kevin barely heard.


        Kevin thought for a moment.  "Tanner, you're good for Bart.  If you
guys are just really good friends, like you say. Fine and well."  He paused
for a moment.  A look of embarrassment stole over him.  Finally he
continued, a little quieter than before.  "Look I don't know you, but Bart
has talked a lot about you.  You were a light in the darkness of his life.
That darkness was starting to return.  And then you showed up out of
nowhere, like some angel from heaven.  I don't care what you are to each
other.  Just know this."  Again he hesitated before rushing on.  "If it is
more, or you guys want it to be more ... Tim and I have got your backs."
He paused, clearly uncomfortably with the subject.  Kevin shook his head a
bit and the said, "Whatever it is, he needs you right now.  I've seen him
like this before.  He's about to spiral into darkness."  Kevin stopped
there and looked pleadingly into Tanner's eyes.... "Will you help him?"


        There was only one response Tanner could give.  Bart was hurting.
Of course he would help.  "Where is he?" was Tanner's answer as he stood
up.


         "I know where he's gone.  He's sitting under a maple tree in the
park across from the school.  It's the only red leafed maple there.  Go to
him. Let me see your schedule."  Tanner fished it out of his pocket and
handed it over.  After a moment's scanning, Kevin said, "You both have
choir with Mr. Dundee next period.  I'll tell him what's up.  He'll
understand and won't mark you absent."


        Tanner left....


        June ....

         Bart put down the issue of The Flash that he'd just finished.
"It's been awhile since I've looked at comics.  I forgot how fun they are."

        "Yup.  You can get lost in a whole different world.  I plan on
spending this summer doing nothing more than reading through all my dad's
old comics.  He's got hundreds -- The Flash, Superman, Green Lantern, JLA,
and quite a few others."


        "That's **all** you're going to do?"  You're at a beach, there's a
boardwalk and pier, girls to ogle, waves to catch, rides to ride, food to
eat..."  Bart waved his hands dramatically around as he talked, as if he
were some type of salesman.  Tanner found himself chuckling at Bart's
overboard expressiveness.


        "What?  You get some kinda commission?"  Tanner asked.


        "Nah... Well my aunt and uncle own The Bayside Resort back yonder,"
he pointed over his right shoulder with his thumb, stretching his arm up
and exposing his armpit inches away from Tanner's face.  Tanner found
himself noticing the dark patch of hair growth in his armpit.  For some
reason, he suddenly felt a little flush, but it quickly passed.  Bart
continued, " I came out here to help them out for the summer. I'm like
there lead handyman." Bart said the last with a bit of bravdo.


        Tanner could help but respond. He'd always had a dry wit and
propensity to sarcasm.  "Handy BOY, maybe.  I don't see much of a man
anywhere."


        The words were said with a smile that transformed Tanner's face and
was contagious.  Bart smiled back, ready for verbal battle.  "You think
these guns belong to any boy?"  He flexed showing off biceps, which formed
nicely as he bent his arm.  "Feel these babies, I am Superman, the man of
steel."


        Without thinking, Tanner took Bart up on his offer and grabbed hold
of Bart's right arm.  Bart seemed to twitch at the touch, but Tanner gave
it no thought.  Bart definitely had firm muscles.  Tanner continued to feel
up Bart's muscle.  It was if he couldn't stop.  Then, like waking from a
fog, a mischievous grin snapped onto his face and an idea formed in his
brain.


        "Yes," Tanner said slyly, "but are you impervious to ...." He
dragged out his words, as he brought his left hand up quickly in which he
had grabbed his cup of pop... "ice cold liquid?"  And with that he doused
Bart with the remains of his drink.


        Years of instinct led Tanner to immediately drop Bart's arm, jump
off the table and run towards the ocean.  Why had he just done that?


        From behind him, he beard Bart bellow, "Oh man, it's on.  You are
in for it now!"  He gave chase at once.


        Tanner was amazingly quick for a boy his size.  He liked to eat,
but he also liked to play.  During pickup games back at his old town, he
was known for stealing home ... and getting away with it. Tanner didn't try
any fancy moves, he just ran.  Bart followed, amazed that he couldn't quite
catch the boy.


Unfortunately Tanner did not know the area all that well and managed to run
right to a point where the pier and boardwalk jutted back into the sand for
a way, blocking his progress.  He slowed to determine which way to go.
That was all the opening Bart needed.  He jumped towards Tanner and tackled
him to the sand.


Tanner landed on his back with Bart straddling him.  Bart handed
retribution in the form of tickling his helpless captive.  He began with
Tanner's pit and assaulted him unmercifully over all portions of his chest
and sides.


"Uncle, Uncle..." Tanner cried out between shuddering laughs and deep
breathes.


Bart continued....


Finally Tanner added, "Stop --- you're going to make me pee!"


Bart let a wicked smile sprung onto his face and he tickled Tanner even
more furiously for a couple of seconds.... And then finally relented.  He
rolled off Tanner onto his back as well and breathed deeply ... and
surprising to him ... very contentedly.  He looked over at Tanner, who
looked over at him.  They both erupted in laughter for no apparent reason.


Bart found himself saying, "Thanks."  He wasn't sure for what, other than
just being there.


Tanner was quiet, just looking at Bart -- looking into Bart's dark eyes
actually.  He was content in a way that he hadn't been since before his
parents .....  No, he wouldn't think of that, not when he was here with
Bart.  Tanner didn't say anything.  He didn't have to at the moment.


Then the moment past, and true to form Tanner averted any awkwardness with
a witty (at least in his mind) reply, "At least I know what to do with my
pop once it goes flat.... Use it to deflate your manly sized ego."


Bart replied by grabbing a handful of sand and throwing it at Tanner,
"Bastard," he called mockingly.  And the game was on ... a full out sand
war, which each lobbing handfuls at each other.


The boys were unaware that for the last half hour they were being watch.
Bart's Aunt Mollie had come out to check on him.  She smiled with tears in
her eyes as she watched the two boys playing on the beach.  You would have
thought them middle schoolers for their antics.  She recognized the young
man who was playing with Bart.  She searched her memory for his name ...
Tanner ... it finally came to her.  He was Laura's grandson.  **So sad**
she thought.  Two peas in pod, going through similar troubles.  See Bart
play so innocently, she wondered if she could let go of some of her worry.
Just maybe some of Bart's darkness had receded.


Aunt Mollie turned and headed back to the resort praying the darkest part
of the night had past for her dear nephew. She thought she'd call her
sister and let her know that Bart was doing better.


A year from now, Aunt Mollie would look back at this day and wonder
... Would things have gone differently if she hadn't made that call?




More to come....

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